Текст песни Rod Stewart - Handbags And Gladrags

Ever seen a blind man cross the road,
tryin' to reach the other side?
Ever seen a young girl growin' old,
tryin to make herself a bride?

So what becomes of you my love,
when they have finally striped you of.
The hand bags and the glad rags
that your poor old grand-dad had to sweat to buy ya.

Once I was a young man,
and all I thought i had to do was smile.
You are still a young girl,
and you bought everything in style.

But once you think you're in you're out.
And that don't mean a single thing without,
The hand bags and the glad rags
that your poor old grand-dad had to sweat to buy ya.

Sing a song of sixpence for your sake,
and bought a bottle full of rye.
Four and twenty black birds in a cake
and bake them all in a pie.

They told me you missed school today,
So why don't I suggest you just throw them all away,
The hand bags and the glad rags
that your poor old grand-dad had to sweat to buy ya.

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They told me you missed school today,
So why don't I suggest you just throw them all away,
The hand bags and the glad rags
that your poor old grand-dad had to sweat to buy ya.